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Book Announcement: Are You Ready to Break Right?

If you’ve followed my other blog ( or followed me on social media, you may have seen that I’ve been working on a new book. I’ve kept many of the details close to my chest. This is one of my most personal projects, and I wanted to make sure I wrote this well before sharing it with the world.


In 2016, it seemed like everything I touched broke–I lost my job, ended my relationship, and faced a move with no savings or income. I ended up leaving the city I’d come to think of as home, my church family, and many of my friends behind. It was truly a breaking season for me. Yet God kept me in perfect peace as these things occurred.

I learned many things in this season, and many books could have come from it, but in the end, God placed Break Right on my heart. As I worked through the ramifications and realizations breaking up brought to the forefront in my life, I wrote the things I was learning and experimenting with in my journal. This season looked different than I expected, in ways that both humbled and encouraged me. I began to wonder if others might be interested in what I was learning, so I reached out to a few women and pitched the idea. Once I put the heart of this book into words, I knew it had to be written, and I had to be the one to write it.

In the process of writing this book, I experienced the full force of what heartbreak can do. I found myself struggling to repair things I didn’t know were broken or damaged. I confronted truths I ran from before battling with the blank page. The writing of this book further healed me, and I know the wisdom God shared with me will help others discovering the healing He wants to give them as well.

If you’ve read my other books, you know I’m not the “woo, woo, woo” or “there, there, there” girl. I’m the “dig deep”, “let’s look at the lady in the mirror and be honest about what we see” girl. I’m the hard truth teller, the “what does the bible say” redirector, the spiritual fruit inspector. I’m a southern gal who’ll bless your heart and tell you about yourself in a ladylike, well-mannered way, clutching my pearls the entire time. I wasn’t sure I could write a book bound in sensitivity AND filled with hard truths for hurting women in search of healing.

But God met me on the pages of this book. He walked me through this season the way I needed Him to, while helping me hone the message of it in a way that’s sensitive and respect of where a woman walking through a breakup is in her healing process while presenting truths wrapped in a ton of love. I didn’t hurl hand grenades at injured soldiers; I’m helping in the healing. Like many medical procedures, there is some pain and discomfort involved, but it’s necessary.

I’m so excited to share the final product with you! As I finish getting the final details wrapped up, I wanted to let you know about this book of my heart and what to expect when it comes out next month. The book is entitled Break Right: Finding Wholeness in Heartbreak, and a Good God in a Bad Breakup. Part memoir, part practical advice and encouragement, and all from the heart, this raw, real and relatable work will comfort, correct and challenge the Christian woman in the midst of a breakup to reexamine heartbreak and healing from a biblical perspective. Filled with biblical examples and personal experiences from myself and other women, Break Right seeks to provide the perspective shift many of us need so we can shine our lights for the Lord in the midst of a dark season.

This book is not a blow by blow of the breakups I’ve experienced or a way to bash an ex. In fact, you won’t find much about my ex, and I hope you won’t focus too much on your ex as you read it. This book is about how you can emerge better and help the next woman do the same. I share many personal stories, but they probably aren’t the ones you’d expect. 😉

This book feels different, and it’s inspired me to do something different with its release. I am opening pre-orders for Break Right tomorrow, February 14, 2018. From Valentine’s Day until Wednesday, March 7, you can order Break Right for the introductory price of $9.99 in paperback (it increases to $14.99 after the pre-order period). Why should you pre-order? Those who pre-order will receive some cool perks: breakup greeting cards, bookmarks, and prints, as well as a free eBook of funny and introspective tales from my romantic life, Misses before Mrs. You will also received the first section of the book to start reading and access to a special Facebook Group. I saved the best for last: all those who pre-order the book or a book bundle will be entered to win a $25 Amazon gift card. All pre-order books will arrive by the release date, March 13th.

If Break Right sounds like something you need in your life, come back tomorrow and see the front cover, read the book description, and reserve your copy. I’ll be sharing more about this book in the coming weeks before release, so watch this space.

For all my eBook readers, don’t fret. The eBook is coming! I will open eBook pre-orders two weeks before release, with digital perks.

I love you all and can’t wait for you find your wholeness and experience how good our God can be, even in a bad breakup.



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I Wish I’d Met You in Summer…

Dear Mr. True Love,

It may not seem like it to you, but I am actually in one of the Spring seasons of my life. I would much rather that you had met me, if in fact you have met me at all, in one of the summers of my life. I know you are wondering what in the world I am talking about, but I’ve been thinking about this for a while. You may think that this is selfish, or you may think that this makes perfect sense. Either way, I can only be responsible for telling you how I feel. If it doesn’t work between us, Mr. True Love, then you will at least have my explanation for it. There will be no reason for me to try to explain it to you after you’ve already decided it really doesn’t matter but your logical brain just can’t help knowing. Yes, I know that you are/will be logical; I am the illogical one. We have to balance each other in that point if nothing else. Allow me my feminine tendency to lead with my emotions, and keep to your masculine role of being levelheaded and pragmatic. I know they’re only illusive stereotypes that don’t fit us well, but we should wear them anyway.

I wrote this on my phone one day at work, and it describes exactly what I mean:

I wish I’d met you in summer,
In full bloom so you would know
The colors of my thoughts
on sight; but Spring’s tight buds fooled you
into thinking you could predict the hue. The potent
pollen had you high, the seductive bee, buzzing her
swollen way through the thick air, obscuring the soud of
my voice in its melodic intent. You don’t have the
words to describe your disenchantment; I know them well.
They strip the dying blooms with every breath
breathed in impatience; the killing time.
Winter’s oblivion opens before me. I grow
closed in on myself to keep the light out. But you
called to me your siren’s song asked me to open…
all I got was scorched.

Now do you see what I mean? I’m not one of those females who “puts it all out on the table” the second you meet me. There are things you have to stick around for. “The truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind,” as Emily Dickinson says. But I think it’s the other way around. The longer it takes me to open up and show you all of who I am, the more likely you are to be blinded by the little delights of me. You will probably like my smile; most do. I don’t say it in arrogance; I don’t have great teeth, but people like my smile. You may like my eyes, my long hair. You may like that I know big words and can hold a stimulating conversation. Maybe I will be cultured, knowing the right things to say and do when we go out, or maybe you will love my gauche naiveté. But as we get deeper into this, will your interests wane?

In the Spring I have little to offer in material things. I have a job, not a career. I sometimes am silent when I should probably speak up. Sometimes when people get angry with me and say things, they think I am quiet because I am giving them the silent treatment, but that’s not so. I am quiet because they have hurt me. Their words have slashed my throat and all of the life giving flows–of words, actions–spew from my neck and stain all of the walls and floors without making a sound or leaving a trace. I clutch at my throat to save some of it, but it’s too late; it merely trickles through my fingers. Besides, nobody really listens when I talk, do they? Who really hears what I am saying, and not just the way I said it? You?

The fact of the matter is in Spring, I am uncertain, unself-assured. I am constantly trying to figure out what others will think of what I am doing, or what would be best for them. I drive myself into the ground trying to please them and wondering when it will be worth it, when someone will be seeking to please me and fulfill me in some reciprocal way. I am mired in indecision.

But in my Summers, I know what I want and I go get it–jobs, degrees, great hair, nice shape, publication. In the Summer, I could care less what anyone may think of what I am doing, except God. I still try to be helpful and nice to people, to be a friend to them, but I could care less if they reciprocate because that is something they will have to answer for and as my mother always say “that don’t make me no nevermind.” In Summer, there is no fear. Yes, I get hurt, but I dust myself off. You hurt me, I may hurt you back, or I may just walk away and let God deal with you. Nothing shuts down my drive in Summer. What you see is what you get. But every now and then people managed to scorch even that…to kill even that.

You see, I’ve been withered on the vine before. I don’t give all of myself to anyone because I know that in a lot of ways, I’m just a flower, and we flowers can’t grow just anywhere. Did you know my name is a type of flower? A beautiful purple one with many different species, but just the one genus. If you are still here in the summer to see it, you’ll know that. But as Van Hunt says “I wouldn’t have a second thought bout the Fall, but I’m wondering who will love me in Winter?” Could it be you, Mr. True Love?

Love Always,

*Mr. True Love is referring to whoever my future husband is, not an actual person as of yet. So don’t go making Mr. Perfect jealous, lol!

**This isn’t the picture I wanted, but it will do for the moment.